S.T. Abby

“Best. Greeting. Ever.”
I’m confused for a second, so I glance down my body to see that, yep; I’m not wearing pants. I rarely do when I’m at home.
I look back up and shrug, ignoring the way a twinge of heat spreads up my neck. I’m embarrassed? Really? I didn’t know I could be embarrassed until this moment.
“Can I come in before anyone sees you? I’d hate to have to show my jealous side so early on,” he deadpans, but he winks as I slowly step back, trying not to say or do anything stupid.

“You never mentioned you dated someone from your team,” I say calmly, like a total rational girl and not a cutting psycho.
“It was over a year ago, and completely unimportant.”
“She’s jealous.”
His eyes spark with humor.
“So are you. Glad to see I’m not the only one losing my mind in this relationship.”

“Kill all the monsters,” she whispers. “That way they don’t hurt anyone else.”
Lindy’s breath catches, and I frown. I hope her influence outshines mine in the long run.
“I’ll kill them all so you never have to,” I whisper back, even though it’s highly unlikely that it’s the right thing to say.
“Good.”

“Who…are…you?” he asks through labored breaths.
Her smile deepens. “I’m the girl who takes on the darkest of men. Men who’ve done things dark and twisted to the weak. Men who preyed on the innocent. Men who thought they killed me when I was weak. Just like the women you’ve killed.”

As a human being, one has been endowed with just enough intelligence to be able to see clearly how utterly inadequate that intelligence is when confronted with what exists.

—Albert Einstein.

“You can’t go killing off every member of the FBI who would go against him,” Hadley immediately points out after studying my face.
I don’t see why not.
“Sure I can’t,” I say patronizingly.

It’s not exactly romantic to think of a guy while you’re slicing another one to pieces, but Logan was definitely on my mind during the three days I spent reaping the debt from Ben.

It is forbidden to kill; therefore all murderers are punished, unless they kill in large numbers and to the sound of trumpets.—Voltaire

I never expected him to just show up without warning, and there’s an entire murder room upstairs just waiting to be discovered.

Any demon is capable of cruelty, but only an angel is majestic enough to rain down vengeance for the innocent.—Marcus Evans